Hello everyone!

I know it's been like a month since I last updated but unfortuatnely i came down with horrible case of pnuemonia which put me out for a whiile, i'm still recoving from it now but thankfully I am well enough to start writing again!

I hope people are still wanting to read this stroy until the end...I don't think it's that long to go now but I am determined to finish it! It's very fun to write.

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She had been given a choice of dresses to change into. She chose a white dress with flower prints that came down to her knees. Not the sort of thing she would wear but it was the best choice given how awful the others were.

She knew it had to be of the finest silk as she slipped it on. It was so light and soft; it felt like she wasn't wearing anything.

She went to look at herself in the full bodied mirror which was framed in a beautiful gold hold with carvings of flowers and butterflies.

'I look old...' She mumbled to herself.

'You look sublime.'

She jumps and turned to find Alfred standing in the doorway. 'Forgive my intrusion but I have been asked to summon you...again.'

'No it's fine, I'm ready now...and thanks for the, you know...compliment.' She tucked her hair behind her ear shyly.

'It's my pleasure Miss Stone, shall we?' He gestured towards the corridor.

She forced a smile and nodded.

The walk down to the study where the... "Session" was being held felt like something out of a nightmare. Lucy had never felt so nervous...she didn't know why, she just had to tell the truth? But what was the truth when it came to him?

It hadn't been just a simple kidnapping and hostage situation...

What they had done to each other...and it wasn't as if he had forced anything on her...well not all the time.

She inwardly shivered remembering how she had begun to crave intimacy with him. She just put it down to he was the only one there...well the only one that she wanted to give her any attention. Being kept away from the world and others made one go crazy and any sort of intimacy was like a band aid for her...; she didn't have any real feelings for him.

She held her breath as Alfred guided her in to an impressive looking study...was this Bruce's study she wondered? It was huge...of course, full of wooden furniture like the rest of the house, and the desk...well it was monstrous but beautiful, she wondered how they ever got such a big thing in here to begin with.

She let out a breath as she noticed a very attractive woman standing up from one of the armchairs and smiled at her warmly.

Lucy attempted to smile back as Alfred introduced her.

'Miss Stone this is Doctor Joyce, she will be asking you some questions today.'

'Hello Lucy, lovely to meet you.' She said extending her hand warmly.

'Hello...' Lucy said meekly and took her hand and shook it.

Joyce smiled and held Lucy's hand in both of hers, 'Now there is nothing to be nervous about, please trust me, you won't have to speak about anything you do not wish too.'

That seemed to ease Lucy a little as she nodded and took a seat opposite form where the doctor had sat.

'Thank you Alfred.' Joyce said again very kindly.

Alfred bowed a little, 'my pleasure, please call me if you require anything.'

Lucy turned and smiled back at the kind butler.

When they were alone Joyce sat down apposite her and took out a note book and placed it in her lap...Lucy started to feel anxious again.

'Please try to relax Lucy, is it alright I call you by your first name?'

'Yes it's fine, I prefer it.' Lucy said quietly.

'Good, well I have been briefed on your situation and I can honestly say I think you are an incredibly brave woman. Not a lot of people if hardly any come out of the situation you have been through alive.'

Lucy gulped. Yeah there was probably a reason for that she thought.

'I know it may be a silly question to ask but I want to know how you are.' Joyce asked tilting her head a little, watching her.

Lucy shrugged, 'I don't know, that's the truth. I suppose I'm happy to be away from...that situation. But all I want to do is go home; I miss my friends and my normal life.'

'I can understand how you want to go back to normality. Can I ask you, after everything you have been through; do you truly believe you can?'

Lucy scratched her neck nervously, she couldn't imagine being with anyone else that's for sure, no more dating for her, not more sleeping with the lights off, no more being alone...

'Um yes, I think I could adapt again.' She lied.

'Good, that's good to hear that you believe that.' Joyce said jotting down some notes. 'Oh please don't worry about the note books, its necessary as I haven't the best memory...why I picked to be a doctor I'll never know.' She said smiling a goofy smile.

Lucy chuckled lightly feeling a little more at ease. Perhaps this wasn't going to be as bad as she thought.

'Now, I am not sure if you're aware but I am working along with the police and they are recording this session, is that alright with you?'

Lucy thought as much, it didn't surprise her, 'Yeah I guess so, they have to right?'

'However because we are dealing with a sensitive topic, anything you would rather just keep between the two of us is permitted.' She looked at her seriously then.

Lucy was so very happy that she was dealing with a female doctor; perhaps she could help her understand why she had such conflicting emotions about everything.

Lucy nodded, 'I understand thank you.'

'Alright, so let's begin. Can you tell me in detail what happened to you? When and how were you abducted?'

Lucy had given as much information as she could about her abduction and what the reasons why she was used the way she was...regarding the precious stone that had been imbedded into her neck.

Reliving the entire beginning had drained her so she had asked for some water and maybe a few moments to compose herself as she knew...she knew she was going to have to talk about the other things he had done to her.

'Are you alright to continue?' Joyce asked her.

Lucy nodded.

'Alright so, you said the Joker had conjured up this whole thing just to capture Batman with Fries' ice gun? Is that correct?'

'Yes and he succeeded.' She shook her head guiltily.

'Why do you sound as if it's your fault?' Joyce asked her concerned.

Lucy shrugged her shoulders, 'I should have killed him when I had the chance I guess...but I couldn't.'

Joyce seemed a little surprised by her confession, 'I am glad you didn't, you don't want blood on your hands Lucy. And if my knowledge is correct, Batman said you helped him escape, did you not?'

'Yes but...' She found herself choking up a little, 'He suffered so much before, I should have helped sooner but I was afraid.'

'Of course you were. Don't forget you were in such an awful situation yourself. Aiding Batman like you did was extremely brave of you; he might not be alive today if you hadn't been so brave. Please see this and give yourself some much deserved credit.'

Lucy nodded and wiped the tears that had started streaming down her cheeks. Joyce had leant forward with a box of tissues that Lucy accepted with a smile. 'Thanks.'

'Take your time, I can't imagine how hard this is for you to relive everything, but you're doing so incredibly well.'

Lucy took a huge exhale and let it out in a whoosh, 'Okay...I'm okay to continue.' She looked up at Joyce and smiled.

Joyce nodded. 'Alright so can you tell me if he had spoken to you about anything else he might have been planning? Anything can be vital to putting what sort of plan he was going to act on next.'

'Um...I remember he had wanted me to deliver a message to the mayor, he wanted me to deliver it by hand.' Her cheeks suddenly flushed pink as she remembered how he had made her come while agreeing to carry it out. She had agreed to do it because he was giving her pleasure. He threatened to stop what he was doing to her body if she didn't agree. God how she had been so weak and completely at his mercy.

'A message? As in a letter?' Joyce asked taking more notes quickly.

'Yes I suppose so, I never go to see the message, I was rescued shortly after I had that...conversation with him.'

'And did you agree to deliver this message?' Joyce asked looking up at her again.'

Now Lucy blushed furiously, she said noting but nodded.

'I see and can you tell me why you agreed?' Joyce asked quietly.

Shit! What was she going to say? Was she going to tell her the truth? How could she? She couldn't, everyone would be disgusted with her. 'Um...I was just scared; he threatened me and my friends if I didn't...' She lied again well the threatening part was true.

Joyce studied her for a moment then nodded seeming to believe her ruse. 'It's understandable Lucy.'

'Now I have been asked to ask you some more personal questions regarding your time with the Joker and his behaviour towards you.'

Lucy's stomach dropped, she fiddled with the tissue in her hands. No, no, no, she didn't like where this was going at all. She knew this was Batman's doing, he had obviously remembered how Joker had been with her, how he had spanked her in front of him...

'W-why is that important?' Lucy asked quietly. 'I don't see how knowing how he treated me can aid with anything concerning his capture if that is what Batman's plan is.' She said defensively.

Joyce looked at her and spoke softly, 'Batman had mentioned that the Joker had acted differently with you. He had never seen the Joker act like that with anyone else to his knowledge and he knows the Joker probably more than anyone...well perhaps not anymore.'

She knew she meant her, but she didn't say anything, she kept quiet.

'So' Joyce continued, 'We want to know why he had behaved differently with you and what went on between the two of you. Like I said it's very unusual for anyone to ever some out alive from Joker's onslaughts, it's even more unusual for him to take a hostage and then keep them when hasn't a use for them anymore. And there is the obvious fact that you are an attractive, young woman...perhaps that's why he had behaved differently with you.'

Lucy just wanted to bolt from the room, she didn't want to accept that the Joker harboured any sort of feelings for her, she didn't want to be his first...whatever she was to him.

'That side of the Joker's mind is a mystery Lucy and if he had acted out of character...in any way we would like for you're to share with us. We must learn everything about the Joker and we believe you are the key to breaking into his twisted mind, the part that he never shows to anyone.'

Lucy didn't know what it was but she really didn't like the thought of them knowing the other side of him. She didn't know why but she felt like that side was something secret, something he only wanted her to know. She trusted Batman, if course he had saved her. But something inside her didn't want to...just hand Joker over to them physically or mentally. It was this moment she realised that he had broken her, he had rewired her brain...he had made her care for him. She hated him yes but she also had feelings for him that went beyond something physical and this is what was driving her mad...

Because how could she? How could she have feelings for such a monster? Why was she going to protect him now? She wanted revenge but she didn't want him to get caught...she was going insane.

She shrugged, 'I don't know what you want me to tell you, I just want to forget everything that happened between us...' She blurted out.

'So something did happen between the two of you?' Joyce said leaning a little closer ready to take notes again.

Lucy held her head up high, 'I don't wish to talk anymore, I am done.' She said sternly looking the doctor straight into the eyes.

Joyce didn't even argue with her which was wise, Lucy was so done with this, with all of this. She was just happy Batman was safe and so was the Joker...for now.

'If Batman wants to go and take him down that's none of my business, he probably should giving what he had put him through. But me? I am done, I want to leave this all behind me and go home.' She said standing up.

Joyce stood up also and smiled, 'You have been a great help Miss Stone, thank you for speaking with me.' She outstretched her hand again for Lucy to take it.

After Lucy released her hand she turned towards the door and opened it. Alfred was already standing outside waiting for her.

'Alfred I want to go home, I am tired of being held against my will by anyone.'

'Of course Miss Stone, we will have a car ready and waiting to escort safely back home whenever you wish.

Lucy left that evening; she looked back at the mansion and inwardly thanked Batman for his rescue.

She walked up to Alfred who had been waiting by the car to see her off. 'Thank for everything Alfred, you have made me feel so incredibly welcome.' She said and hugged him tightly.

He smiled happily, 'It was my pleasure and perhaps we will see you again one day?'

'Maybe, it would be nice to see you and Br-Batman again. Please tell him I am so grateful for his help and that I'm sorry I couldn't have been more useful.'

'He is already very grateful for your help Miss Stone as am I, he might never have made it home without you; I am forever in your debt.'

She smiled shyly, 'As I am to you both.'

The journey home didn't take very long, she was surprised how close she lived to Batman; that thought comforted her in a way.

She was nervous; she didn't know what she would say to Chris and Jess. But she couldn't wait to see them.

She thanked the driver and walked up to her apartment building.

As she walked in and pressed the button on the lift her mind went to him. She wondered what he was doing, was he pissed she had gotten away? If he was would he come looking for her?

She froze with that thought...then shook her head; she didn't want to think of that now. She couldn't otherwise she would be scared forever.

She knocked on the door; she didn't have keys or anything on her. God she hoped someone was in...

The door swung open suddenly, Jess stood there in the doorway, her eyes wide with surprise.

'Hi Jess...' Lucy said with a smile.

Jess didn't say anything instead she wrapped Lucy so tightly in her arms Lucy thought she would pass out.

'Oh God Lucy!' Jess sobbed into her hair.

Lucy broke down herself as she hugged her friend back with everything she had.

Lucy and jess had spoke through the entire evening into the early hours of the morning.

Of course she didn't give Jess any indication of what she had done with the Joker. She couldn't and Lucy could live with that, she would have to carry that secret to the grave. She didn't want anyone to judge her or look at her as if she was as bad as him.

To everyone who knew her she would be the same old Lucy, smiling happily and never allowing anything to get to her.

'Look Jess I am so exhausted and I want to get some sleep before Chris comes back from his late shift, otherwise I'm gonna have to go through all this again without having some recharge time.' She said and yawned.

'Oh shit Lu I'm sorry, of course go to bed, you're probably gonna sleep for a few days now.' Jess giggled and stroked her cheek. She couldn't quite believe Lucy was sitting next to her. Her friend was home, safe at last.

Lucy hugged Jess again and stood up. 'Right well I don't have any energy or tears left so I'm going to just collapse now.'

Jess laughed, 'so you should. Oh and before you go I have to ask you something...'

Lucy froze and looked back at Jess, here it comes she thought...

Jess crinkled up her nose, 'Where did you get that hideous dress from?'

Lucy let out a laugh of relief. 'It's a present from Batman.' She winked.

Lucy had been home a week and no matter how much Chris and Jess doted on her, or how many smiling faces she saw at work, she couldn't quite get back into the swing of...life.

Everything had changed and everything was different. Even food didn't taste as good.

She didn't want to go shopping for new things anymore; she didn't even want to write.

Nothing in her life seemed to make sense or fulfil anymore and it was all because of him.

She hated that demented psycho; he had literally fucked up her life because she had been at the wrong place and the wrong time.

It didn't matter what she felt for him because she couldn't be with him. He was a monster, a criminal and they were worlds apart. He wouldn't change and she didn't think she could ever forgive the atrocities he had done over the years.

But damn it she missed him, maybe it was the Stockholm syndrome talking but she missed his touch, his mouth, his body, his smell, his face. She missed his dominance, she missed the pleasure he gave her, she missed the noises of pleasure he made as her mouth was wrapped around his cock.

She had never considered herself a nymphomaniac, but all she could think of was to have him. They never fucked and something about that made her feel empty.

She knew her mind was getting worse. She knew she needed some professional help but just thinking back to that session with Joyce was enough to out her off therapy for a lifetime.

It was just too hard to talk about this to anyone, they would judge her; think she was sick in the head. And yeah she was probably was but what could she do? She couldn't help how she felt, how he had made her care for him.

She could carry on with what she had been doing for the past week and a half and just act normal, like nothing happened, like he wasn't invading her thoughts every second of the day.

That's why she had wilfully taken back her old job even thought everyone including her boss had advised her not too or at least give it more time. But she couldn't wait; she had to be somewhere that reminded her of him. Even if was the place where her life had been fucked up beyond repair.

She hadn't even visited David in the hospital because of how guilty she felt.

The monster she was pining over had put her friend in a coma, which thankfully he had now awakened from, but she couldn't bear to look at him. She felt like such a traitor and so very alone.

No one would understand, no one could understand how he had made he feel. She didn't even understand it. She didn't know why she wanted to be back in his arms with everyday that passed.

She hated him still but she wanted him. She didn't know how long Stockholm syndrome lasted or even if it was a real thing. But she knew she couldn't keep up this charade without something bad happening.

She watched the news every day praying that he would show up somewhere. He had been on he run since the day she and Batman escaped his warehouse.

They still didn't know his whereabouts which made her fear for him more.

It had been almost a month now and she found herself hiding away in her room more often.

She would touch herself every night thinking of him. She could only come if she thought of him and him alone. His mouth, his smile, his voice, his eyes, his touch, his grunts and moans. She cried with shame the first time she had come thinking of him. She felt disgusted with herself.

But it soon became like a ritual; every night she would touch herself, every night she would think of him in every sexual way possible. It seemed like the only thing that kept her sane? If she could even call herself that anymore.

She had accepted that this would be the norm now, this would be her life. Pining after a psychotic clown who opened up her soul and battered it before putting it back together, moulding it just for him.

She was not the same person and she believed she had long passed the point of no return.

She returned home from work like every other day. Her car had finally been repaired so she had been driving to and from work for the past few days. It had been difficult to get used to driving again as she hadn't for so long. But her little car made her soon feel comfortable again.

She scanned her residence permit to enter the underground car park under her building.

She hated going in there, it was always so dark; she hated the dark more than ever now.

She parked in her number 41 and got out locking the car door with her key.

She dropped the keys and of course it decided to hide underneath the car. 'Fuck.' She muttered as she got down on her knees looking underneath her car. It smelt of petrol down there. Car parks always smelled.

She spotted it and reached for it.

'Now this looks very familiar of when we first met...'

She froze at the familiar voice. She started trembling, her chest burning, she was almost panting as she weakly stood up and faced him.

He stepped out of the shadows wearing a newly tailored purple coat. He smiled that hungry smile she knew all too well.

'Hello Pear.'